Tuesday, August 22, 2017

NO SECOND CHANCES


Weeping Petals
I can’t touch you.
You are gone.
I must accept this.
There’s no coming back.
No second chances.

A DARK COCOON


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The moon passes the sun.
Morning bows out, all done.
Darkness unveils its grim poker hand
to the drum beat of the marching band.

A moment of blackness
brings fears of more darkness.
What if your life was all dark?
The sun never lefts its mark.

The mornings and nights the same,
bringing you mountains of pain.
No relief from the bleak cocoon
like digging your grave with a spoon.

Years fade and turn to dust,
your memory goes bust.
Trapped in walls of despair,
without holes for the air.

Is this living or not?
She is stuck in one spot.
Too afraid to venture outside,
a further blow to her lost pride.

She hides in the nursing home,
where she reaches for the phone.
“Help me,”​ she cries out.
No one can help out.

Lost in her dark cocoon,
where she fits like a spoon.
Waiting for death to take its flight
to a better place in the light.

Monday, August 21, 2017

SPOTLIGHT ON THE DEAD GAME


This morning, I was pleasantly surprised by this spotlight. An excellent way to begin my weekend!
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
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The Dead Game brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery.
After graduating college, Linda Bennett leaves New York for the slower-paced lifestyle of Oasis, Florida. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple that is until the dead body washes up onshore .
She is horrified to learn that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are typical for this small town. Rumors abound of secret parties being held by the original residents in their secluded mansions. Once night falls, the tourist-friendly town becomes a haven for evil and dark shadows. But this is only the beginning.
Linda and the other young residents receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, the deserted house in the forest behind town; a house with its own violent history. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped inside. Or so they think.
It’s up to Linda and her friends to search out The Dead and find the evil one controlling their once peaceful community. Can they trust the Sheriff and his best friend, Todd?
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
From Susanne Leist:
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I’ve always loved to read. I grew up reading Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean and so many other authors who filled my imagination with intrigue and mystery. The TV show, Murder She Wrote, kept me entertained when I wasn’t reading late into the night.
Over the years, my taste in books expanded to include the supernatural and paranormal genres, which has been reflected in my selection of shows, such as Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and The Originals.
My first book, The Dead Game, is a paranormal suspense/mystery. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery. It has dead bodies and suspects.
However, it also has humans, vampires, vampire derivatives, and a touch of romance to spice up the mix.
Review by Diane Murier:
The Dead Game never quits. It takes off like a rocket through skies that may or may not be real, and it ends in fantastical possibilities that burrow into the secret earth. But throughout, there’s the mysterious, sexy, brown-eyed Todd and the responsive and curious heroine Linda.
Can they ever get off of the diabolical crazy train long enough to take care of business?
Hmmm. You’ll have to read it for yourself. A town with so many questions raised by a mile of bizarre events is worth a closer look. And creepy mansions are elevated to a new level that supersedes the merely haunted houses of days gone by.
The Dead Game. Humans are invited to the party, but just who or what you will be by its end is part of the gruesome fun. Get the book!

HEARTACHE FOR ME


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Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.
Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.
I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.
I need proof to trust you once more.
My heart is breaking at its core.
The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.
But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.



AN ISLAND UNTO MYSELF


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Do you ever feel alone?
No one listens to you.
No one understands your problems.
Thoughts rumble through your brain
but you have no one to share them with.
I might as well be on a desert island
with only water around me for miles.
A desert island all to myself.

LOST IN A STORM


Dark are the nights


The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness fills the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Flashes light the darkening sky.
Yes, I can feel it.​
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Will it bring me down to its depths?
I spread my arms wide.
Lift my head up high.
And let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity.
Lost to the rushing wind.
Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.
Partner in pain and sorrow.
The choice is made and done.
I float away with my dear one.
Together we will forge a path
Through darkness and hell
To a heavenly place beyond.

HIS DEAR FACE


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In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.
Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.
One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.
Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.
I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.
He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.
I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love

Thursday, August 17, 2017

MOON SHADOW


My favorite poem. I had to share it again.

 
 
MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

I WALK ALONE


I walk alone.
In dead silence.
The wind flees.
The moon hides.
Man stays clear.
I walk alone.
Death is my companion.
Fear is my weapon.
Hell is my home.
I walk alone.
THE DEAD GAME
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 (Source: magnetar1)


I walk alone.
In dead silence.
The wind flees.
The moon hides.
Man stays clear.
I walk alone.
Death is my companion.
Fear is my weapon.
Hell is my home.
I walk alone.
THE DEAD GAME


NO SURVIVORS


They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD...
(Source: livetalskare)



They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD GAME

ALONE IN THE WOODS



ALONE IN THE WOODS
Shadows follow me into the deep.
I walk while others are asleep.
The chill flows right through me.
I’m alone as you can see.
White sleepy lambs elude me.
Though I am where I should be.
Here in the forest on this path.
Sun will rise, it can do the math.
It will find me on this bench.
Next to the one with the stench.
It is past time for me to move on.
Before I’m found by what is now gone.

WISHING FOR SNOW?




Why do we wish for snow
when it’s hot outside?
And when it’s cold and stormy,
we dream about the sun?
So, when you’re sitting on the beach
with the hot sun in your face,
don’t be surprised if you begin to crave snow.

KILL THE DEAD


Not so easy to kill The Dead.
A knife through the eye
won’t weaken them.
A drink of poison
won’t stop them.
Let’s add sunlight,
a sore spot for them.
A beheading for dinner
will slash them dead.
A witch’s spell
might do the trick.
Choose your weapon...
(Source: drain-my-head)


Not so easy to kill The Dead.
A knife through the eye
won’t weaken them.
A drink of poison
won’t stop them.
Let’s add sunlight,
a sore spot for them.
A beheading for dinner
will slash them dead.
A witch’s spell 
might do the trick.
Choose your weapon wisely
for The Dead are hard to kill.
THE DEAD GAME